“Tell me a lie about San Castelano,” the Viceroy said. The room was windowless, and the walls were constructed out of some oddly...

“Come, courier, come,” the kindly farmer said, beckoning me into his modest cottage. “Your job is done, and it is cold out.” I had no...

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When I first heard, a couple years ago, that they were making a sequel to Blade Runner, I was pretty much like, “Okay. Whatever.” Then I...

It wasn’t an altogether unpleasant sensation, really. More like a gentle massage on the back of his neck, where his brain stem met his...